F or the enemy persecuteth my soul: he hath crushed my life down to the earth; he hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
Waayo, cadowgaa naftayda silciyey, Noloshaydiina dhulkuu ku tuuray, Oo wuxuu iga dhigay inaan meelo gudcur ah dego, sidii kuwii waagii hore dhintay.
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